The house swallowed them, thick silence pressing down like a second skin. Mia's pulse thrummed steadily as they reached the point where the group had to split, each step heavy with the weight of what came next. Ramirez raised her hand, bringing them to a stop just inside a small alcove.
"This is where we break off," Ramirez whispered, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone. "Mikee, Grant, you're with me. We'll handle the surveillance and security systems. If we aren't in position when you hit the safe, wait two minutes, and then move without us. We'll regroup at the northeast corridor—back exit—once everything's done."
Her words cut through the air like steel. There was no room for hesitation. They all knew what was at stake.
Mia's throat felt dry, nerves prickling under her skin. She turned toward Mikee, who gave her a soft, encouraging smile.
